Your war is a righteous war. I tell you man it is
Accessorise. Accessorise, knowingly against the price of lives
Those soles aren't made from leather; they're made from other people's souls
There's not a shred of guilt that you can't toss away with fear
The media won't feed you words you don't wanna hear
Slave labour that's a bitter pill to chew
So, sugar coat it with apathy and suddenly it'll do
Your war is a righteous war
Dead Objectives - Accessorise Lyrics
Dead Objectives - Accessorise Lyrics
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Your war is a righteous war. I tell you man it is
Accessorise. Accessorise, knowingly against the price of lives
Those soles aren't made from leather; they're made from other people's souls
There's not a shred of guilt that you can't toss away with fear
The media won't feed you words you don't wanna hear
Slave labour that's a bitter pill to chew
So, sugar coat it with apathy and suddenly it'll do
Your war is a righteous war
Accessorise. Accessorise, knowingly against the price of lives
Those soles aren't made from leather; they're made from other people's souls
There's not a shred of guilt that you can't toss away with fear
The media won't feed you words you don't wanna hear
Slave labour that's a bitter pill to chew
So, sugar coat it with apathy and suddenly it'll do
Your war is a righteous war
Writer: Dead Objectives
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